THE LOST SOUL

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THE LOST SOUL

Walking on an indefinite road,
Searching for its end's load,
Capturing the end of it,
Hoping to catch a perfect beat,

She keeps walking without control,
Trying to fill her heart's hole,
Embracing a part of her that was lost,
Soothing her wounded soul at all costs,

She tried asking for help,
But no voice will come out of her mouth, she yelps,
Running in a circle,
Trying to make a call,

But with no use,
She was ignored, for they refused,
She was heard but not listened to,
She was there but never recognized nor felt belong,

She was lost,
Searching for her way back home, at any cost,
Crying in pain,
Too close to being insane,

She screams out of agony,
For the load of the burden she carries,
It's heavy,
It is not easy,

To fit in,
Or not believe in,
In a world that does not welcome you in,
It is a frustrating kind of living,

But then, you cannot give up,
Nor throw everything out,
You just started,
Yet reaching the end,

From falling, you rise,
Deciphering lies,
Now is not the time to stop,
But rather than taking steps to the top,

Win or lose,
There is still a reason for a toast,
One step at a time,
Doing not a crime,

But serving justice on a plate,
For everyone on set,
Holding the truth of justice,
Having the truth without hiss,

To believe in or not,
Time is in a knot,
It is now or never,
Grab the opportunity or throw it on someone's care,

It is not always about you and me,
Nor our stupid fantasy,
Whatever happens to us,
Is a product of the things we rush,

We can blame no one,
Since we deserve what we have done,
We tolerate things that are not right,
Now, we are suffering from its endless sight,

We are lost not because we do not know the way,
It is safe to say that we are the one who needs to pay,
We know the pathway,
But afraid to be thrown away,

To speak against their belief,
Instead of fighting, you wept,
You imprison yourself,
For not wanting to help,

Now your conscience is hunting you,
And you keep running from it, you know,
In a fear of being corrected,
You disappear as a lost soul directed.

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